D.M.T. are Dahm., Miles Powers, and teeawgo

https://soundcloud.com/dahm-the-rapper
https://soundcloud.com/milespowers
https://soundcloud.com/teeawgo

🎶life's a EXP farm and I'm Old Mac🎶

Featuring: https://soundcloud.com/atwood

Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/whyandotte

Lyrics: https://genius.com/dmt-old-mac-lyrics

SPOTIFY etc.

OLD MAC (feat. Atwood)

Cosmic Frequency

itachi // swordsharp [prod. knghts]

https://youtu.be/tkQ_7sF9UkY

@sknov
@altairmusic

MUSIC VIDEO

Hemingway (feat. Sk, The Novelist) [prod. AltAir]

Oh, Hello!

(NOW ON SPOTIFY) Fading Away (feat. Atlas) (Prod. Musikal)

youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqNQ-_Xoq2o
can't give enough credit to https://soundcloud.com/iamsamsa for coming through with crazy concepts on this gem. mad love to https://soundcloud.com/sagekyote for the killer production
lyrics:
scalpel to the heart trying to stop the bleeding 
symphonic Mozart echoes off the ceiling 
study symbols in each scar trying to catch some meaning
I’ve come to the conclusion yo I must be dreaming
yo I must be dreaming yo I must be dreaming
I’ve come to the conclusion yo we must be dreaming

wake up screaming
same dream that I’ve had for the past six years
it starts on a metal x building, feet are on the ledge, 
head starts tilting, teeter on the edge
and I jump off and it feels like a month long as I’m falling
then it cuts off as I plunge through an awning,
yawning, wake up and
I don’t really know what to make of it I
really wish these night terrors stopped
swear to god, these night mares are awful
scenes out a gothic novel, worst part is that I’m the author
x maybe I should call a doctor, maybe I should get a fucking shrink to see me,
whatever, turn on the TV, channel flip through a bunch of repeat
episodes of the twilight zone, flip to a sports channel with the highlights on,
through the primetime news and a lifetime film and a wildlife doc, then finally stop
on an infomercial
bout a controversial 
experimental, non-reversible
medical procedure
dream deletion, remove potential to dream while sleeping
and enjoy your rosy slumber
interested? call the toll-free number
one eight hundred 5867-633, fine print under, I ignore it 
just grab my phone, and dial the digits till I hear the tone, 
fingers fidget till I hear a lone voice across the speaker groan
thank you for calling
we’re no longer offering our service, I’m awfully sorry
we’re lawfully obligated to close off of our operation
thanks for your cooperation 
and they hang up
rang up their office a second time
and a third and a fourth and fifth and on the sixth I checked the line
to hear a voice give me directions to their office, there’s a sign
out front that says siesta inc in rustic print and when I find it
I should go up flights of stairs until I see a shining light and
walk through halls of doors until I get to room one hundred one
and as they talk I grab the keys and let my Civic’s engine run
and drive until I see the sign, and park my car and walk the floor
and run up flights of spiral stairs until I think I see the door
and open wide and step outside, behind me now the door is shut
I’m standing on a concrete ledge and must be 80 stories up
and as I’m slipping off the edge, I can feel my iPhone rung
and I pick up and hear the voice behind the metal echo “jump” “jump” “jump”
i must be dreaming, like i must be dreaming

flashback to the night before 
lucid swimming ocean floor 
following this motion towards 
the shore but I can barely make it
seems like everything is vacant 
except a solo lighthouse in the forest 
door is forced shut but I climb the ladder
at the top a sadder picture or illusion
eyes moving to a city left in ruins
past the woods, I draw conclusions 
wait, heard a sound 
return to ground, in the trees it seems louder
so I scatter after fractured laughter 
patterns in the distance hear it echo 
losing minutes as I let go of existence 
as I know it, tip toe into this wasteland 
lots of empty spray cans tagging no man’s land
on all the building torn down to pieces 
I wonder if man kinds now become an endangered species
and if so, what’s the purpose of my being?
I’ve come to the conclusion that I must be dreaming
man I’ve come to the conclusion that I must be dreaming
still can’t wake up so I see what all my dreams are really made of
as I follow through the wake of whatever massacre occurred
thoughts growing more disturbed passing every single curb
til I swerve into a burning sign and think
where else have I heard of Siesta Inc?

Silent Crowns

Spotify

Siesta ft. samsa (prod. Sage Kyote)

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @hheadhaunter

Featuring:
@teeawgo

Produced and mixed by: 
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@iamsamsa

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Headhaunter - Minute ft. THIAGO (prod. ibrahim)

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @iamsamsa

Featuring:
@teeawgo

Produced by: 
@bbydjinn

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@iamsamsa

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Lyrics: 

L I double-r bayside trainline
grew up on butter chicken, a double digit waistline
stubble on my face like 
when I’m on a plane ride
people don’t wanna sit on the same side
what
 like look at me I'm harmless
I’m wearing a tank top
what could I be armed with
you can have the aisle seat
you can have the armrests  
you can have my barf bag 
this is not a bomb test
this is not a bomb test
soccer moms nervous when I'm sitting on a flight
 so brown that I’m I’d ticketed at lights
hot sauce, white sauce, yes, chicken over rice
so brown copped the ali zafar album
yes, I listened to it twice
hookah high school parties, always visited the heights
mom never let me kick it over night
on a curfew, mom wanted me to go to berkeley, 
 dad wanted me to get into islamic clergy,
chachoo said he’d work me in his diner making burfi,
“bilkul jasi ghar ke”, I was playing kirby
nightmare
dreamland,
I was watching He-man
east side queens, never talk to the police man, 
please man 

barry said that we can
tried to get it all done within a weekend
see the same dumb shh up on cspan
where the change at
strip the world down like a teen cam

and it's gone in a flash
everything solved with a bomb and its blast
long as the promise of cash is involved
no impossible task, like nah, we had no other options with that

middle east with some peace, yeah, one day
bodycams on police, yeah, one day
white punk shooting schools, they don't update rules,
cus americans in love with they gunplay

pow
someday, sunday
go to church, amen, god is the one way
anybody not on board, aw buddy we deport
we wanna be great again, do what trump say

that man is god awful, compares to none
melting pot is what makes us american
still watch during convos, parents judged
from their accents, hmm, think where we're from

latinos all hoodlums that carry guns right
criminals, rapists, selling drugs right
stealing our jobs, it ain't fair to us right
privileged cops who prepared to cuff right

hands up, but the cop scared, he bust like
pow and it's done, was nowhere to run right
one last breath from his pair of lungs
from that night he was trying his errands done
nice

all hail the monarch, the pharaoh king 
about to diddle in the East like the Arab Spring
it’s embarrassing, let’s ban refugees huh?
I just want a slice of that New York Pizza
I’ve even got a shirt saying “I love Isa”
I drew a little picture of you on my Visa
O Great Conquista-dor
more the type to visit moms on the eastern shore
than a villain on a felony police report
ain’t you heard it’s impolite, watchu eavesdrop for
phone tap, PAT act, what a turn of events 
MAGA turning time back, made em’ yearn for the past tense
gave lady liberty, an urn full of ashes
a term full of facists, a cabinet of flammable gases,
burning our flag with alternative facts
now we turning our backs to the masses
fake news, false reporters 
build a wall on the border with caulk and mortar
not law and order, turn a circus to a theme park
even if you got a ticket and a green card,
america, the darling, the america, the sweetheart, — the police state
from the bronx to the verrazano freeway
middle east, russia, terrorism three-way
mom doesn’t know if she should feel safe, never used to lock doors 
now we check the key fob, now she goes to J Crew, never wears the hijab,
now we make our own chai, never hit the sweet shop,
abbu think we got bugs hidden in the sheetrock,
ammi think I ought to get myself a real job,
too afraid to protest, all we do is read blogs,
never do we bleed out, all we do is treat clots
all it is is foreplay, never hit the g-spot

samsa - burfi ft. THIAGO (prod. bbydjinn)

single off of @flayvors summit tape 3.14.2019
mixed by @floridomi

tear it down to build it up

they say they do shit
but never do it
i say i do shit
i'll eventually get to it
i've been broke
trying to piece back together
that's kintsugi
writing under the influence
conscious lyricists can choke on their pen fluid
subconsciously conceited with your condescending music
if they got a problem, i am free to tend to it
no innovation, you doing shit that i have been doing
it doesn't work
done trying to be a crowd pleaser
barely drop songs if you don't count features
wow he's a fuck up, a mouth breather

through your nose
slow

now people wanna play the villain in my life
what's a goku without frieza?
we out here bruh
you need go south deeper
that dirty dirty style
distorting your sound speakers
it's weird 'cause lot new trends i wasn't feeling
don't know if i'm a old head or a younging really
on the border of millennial and generation z
but i feel like few in either really can relate to me
maybe it's just solipsism 
maybe it's just narcissism
maybe it's maybelline the way that the scars are hidden
i just really hate how i every time i try to...

ah forget it

bury bones, dust it off, like it ain't even bother me
then dig em back up like paleontology
stuck in this maze playing etrian odyssey 
ask if i make it out, that's a definite

probably
maybe
ask me later
who knows

kintsugi [prod. flavors]

lyrics:
https://genius.com/Thiago-bingo-lyrics

prod by @beatcoin-948353974
mix by @gnawdog
old lady by Alan Wonders
written by Thiago
art by friend from work

I KEEP MY ENEMIES CLOSE MIGHT BE LIKE A CENTURY OLD

Bingo!

My 4th single of 2020

Featuring: https://soundcloud.com/chriswrightotj & PC Pete

Produced by: www.youtube.com/channel/UCWcA0vULcNnoeDYHBjwtfQg

Lyrics: https://genius.com/miles-powers-pittock-lyrics